[....Shit. Kido saw all of that, Akira realizes dimly.]
[Jiro did too, but he's not too terribly concerned about Jiro's handling of killing cognitive constructs, even people-shaped ones. He seems like he's used to that sort of violence. But Kido is notoriously sensitive.]
[And she's got the omamori. In the collar slot.]
[He can't stand there and watch for too long before more knives are driven into his spine, and he makes a low noise halfway between a growl and a whine. He doesn't want to kill Kido -- he is very decidedly not going to kill Kido -- so all he can really do is approach her. More blades fly down from the sky and lodge themselves in his back, the longer he waits; the blood is starting to drip down the sides of his chest and stomach, mixing with the blood from Kamoshida's wound.]
[This is it, right? He's wearing a collar. Please, just put the omamori in the slot so he can get out of here...]
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[Jiro did too, but he's not too terribly concerned about Jiro's handling of killing cognitive constructs, even people-shaped ones. He seems like he's used to that sort of violence. But Kido is notoriously sensitive.]
[And she's got the omamori. In the collar slot.]
[He can't stand there and watch for too long before more knives are driven into his spine, and he makes a low noise halfway between a growl and a whine. He doesn't want to kill Kido -- he is very decidedly not going to kill Kido -- so all he can really do is approach her. More blades fly down from the sky and lodge themselves in his back, the longer he waits; the blood is starting to drip down the sides of his chest and stomach, mixing with the blood from Kamoshida's wound.]
[This is it, right? He's wearing a collar. Please, just put the omamori in the slot so he can get out of here...]